Crack is the looming unearthly invader in my life as someone raised in the inner city BC ( Before Crack ).
Crack transformed my neighborhood into a " Hood " with all that entails. We devolved from a Southern-fried version of the Cosby Show to an all Black real life production of Escape From New York, which cast me in the improbable role of Snake Plissken ( LOL ).
I can't forgive crack dealers for the humanity they stole from my neighborhood. Like literal scenes from a George Romero zombie movie furniture began vanishing from porches so frequently they had to either be brought in or with my grand parents chained to the porch railing.
Crack heads began wondering the streets like the famed director's undead nit looking for people to eat but rocks to smoke with equal vigor.
All the horror and science fiction movies I watched with my grandfather were prequels to this bleak new reality for Inner City America.
I compare the roll call of cities hit by Soviet missiles in the movie Damnation Alley to those crack ravaged from the 80s forward.
The Martians and nameless aliens in Independence Day were more merciful: they offered extinction level death ray assault with explanation or mercy.
Crack dealers prefer slow motion attrition so they can profit for decades off addicts hungry for what's destroying them.
Mutants in the original Planet of The Apes series at least got telekinetic powers in exchange for radiation deformed bodies.
In real life crack heads only got whatever flights of fancy each hit lauches inside brains and bodies wasting away before their wide glassy eyes.
I'm one of those who watched this erupt around him- just like in a Romero zombie. I fought it back home and anywhere else!
One day life proceeds as normal until an invisible point of no return is crossed without warning... or mercy!!!
So far, the War of the Worlds within Inner City America has the invaders and zombies winning.
I am legend perhaps?
Not hardy.
Like Enoch the intelligent lizard man from the original Land of The Lost TV series,
I'm cursed/blessed ( take your pick ) to remember what the Hood was like before a real life war of The World hit it.
As a caretaker of a lost culture of dignity and hope all I can do is fight the Good Fight; champion these values and find others who practice the same.
That's my report as a remnant of the Hood before a literal War of the Worlds conquered it!
Name: Nadra Enzi.
User Name: Capt Black.
Base of Operations: Crack Destroyed Inner City America. July 17th, 2012.
NOTES: For the millionth time I lament this future isn't what Buck Rogers awakened to.
We owe the Freedom Riders; Dr King: Malcolm X and our generations an apology if we let crack dealers; crack heads; thug culture i.e. chocolate Klansmen erase all we fought to institute.
In the TV series " V" mankind took up arms against their invaders.
In the Hood we can't even get on television and denounce them for the low lives they are.
End of Entry.
NADRA ENZI AKA CAP BLACK promotes creative crime prevention. (504) 214-3082.
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